Memories Of A Broken Umbrella (2 min read)

I met her after ten years. She looked nothing like she did all those years back. Her face was drawn, eyes baggy and a messy bun hanging loose behind her neck. Her struggle with keeping the half-broken umbrella in place over her head propelled me to ask my driver to pull over. The window rolled … Continue reading Memories Of A Broken Umbrella (2 min read)

A Wrapping Paper (1 min read)

Modernism is a flashy wrapping paper under which lies the age-old reality. The reality that nothing has changed. People, mentality, expectations and opinions. As you get older, with time, this epiphany hits you. A little hard in the face. Till one day back, I was engaged to be married. I'd been with him for five … Continue reading A Wrapping Paper (1 min read)

Crap! It’s My Birthday! (1 min read)

I thought I'd decorate the room with 28 balloons. But now I'm out of breath after blowing up just ten. Huffing and puffing, I gulp down one full bottle of water and get on with number 11. Doorbell rings. Cake has arrived. I run to the door. It's a small mango-flavored cake. I set the … Continue reading Crap! It’s My Birthday! (1 min read)

A White Rose and An Illusion…( 2 min read)

He always said our relationship was like a white rose. It had no color; painting it red would be like stepping over the line that kept our worlds separated. I said nothing. But the slight flinch on his face caught my eyes. What was it? I listened quietly as he rambled on about his degrees … Continue reading A White Rose and An Illusion…( 2 min read)

An Ounce of Me (1 min read)

Today we’re moving to a new house, a new city. Mom says this old house is too big for us, now that my grandparents are no more. She thinks the void outside is slowly finding its way to our hearts and filling them with the clamour of lost souls. But is it only the dead … Continue reading An Ounce of Me (1 min read)

…through a Bumpy Road( 2 min read)

Today I’m not the writer; I gawk in awe at this woman as she’s orating on her life and journey. I’m just holding the pen while she’s penning down her words - I’m an ordinary woman who has lived a trite life comprising a bag full of remarkable experiences. My early memories are blurry now … Continue reading …through a Bumpy Road( 2 min read)

…And then I played Holi( 3 min read)

Holi - even the name pops a hundred tiny color balloons in your heart, right? But within me, I guess, the formula to produce them is missing. I never liked the concept of playing with colors, let alone going out, inviting others to sprinkle some on me. But somewhere up above in the sky, God … Continue reading …And then I played Holi( 3 min read)